YA YA

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé)

Hello, fellas (you're pretty swell)

Those petty ones can't fuck with me (why?)

'Cause I'm a clever girl, we snappin'

(Pretty please) Toms, please

We wanna welcome you to the Beyoncé "Cowboy Carter: Act II", ah

And the rodeo chitlin' circuit

We gon' make it do what it do, ya-ya

Put them hands together

We clappin'

We drummin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Oh, oh, ya-ya-ya (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Ya-ya-ya (oh, ya)

(Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, yeah

My family lived and died in America, hm

Good ole USA (good ole USA), shit

Whole lotta red in that white and blue, huh

History can't be erased, oh-oh

Are you lookin' for a new America? (America)

Are you tired, workin' time and a half for half the pay? Ya-ya (half the pay, oh-oh)

I just pray that we don't crash

Keep my Bible on the dash, we gotta keep the faith

Wildfire burnt his house down

Insurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae, shit

So hold this holster, pour more liquor please

Hardworking man ain't got no money in the bank, huh, the ya-ya

Turn up the vinyl and the radio (radio)

He can't watch the news nowadays (nowadays)

Oh, I just pray that he don't crash

Keep this pistol on the dash, he gotta keep the faith

She's pickin' up good vibrations

He's lookin' for sweet sensations

Ladies? (Yeah?)

Fuck it

We shakin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

We swimmin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

We jerkin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

We twerkin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

You wanna touch it, don't you? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Come get this genie in the bottle (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Come rub it, won't you? (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

I pop it (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

I walk like I talk it (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

I got your spurs sparkin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh

Let loose

Do what you do, babe, Good God

I don't wanna hear no ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

I got you daydreamin'

Put your lips on my lips and strum me like a guitar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, you got me movin', boy

You got me ooh-in', you might know what you're doin'

Put them babies to bed (ooh-ooh)

We sweat out the sheets (ooh)

Got you up all night and now you don't wanna leave

I can soothe your pain, yeah

When I'm long gone you'll call my name, yeah

World of Wind got you insane, yeah

It's givin' me the faith

I'm pickin' up good vibrations (ooh)

He's givin' me sweet sensations (oh)

(B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, ah)

We gon' bust it down

From Texas (From Texas)

To Gary (To Gary)

All the way down to New York City (New York City)

Give me a kiss

Big daddy you so pretty (so pretty)

Got these slugs in my mouth, when I'm done, I'll take 'em out

(Got these slugs in my mouth, when I'm done, I'll take 'em out)

Baby, if you ain't got no grits, get the fuck up out the South

(If you ain't got no grits, get the fuck up out the South)

Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash

Keep this pistol in my seat, just in case I gotta blast

I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast)

Ooh

I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast)

Ooh

We vibratin', and lover boy, you're so fine

Ooh, you got me losin' my mind

But you, I gotta keep the faith

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

We gotta keep the faith (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Oh, go

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